I am not a bystander, I am the conductor. I will take these stretch marks, scars, loose skin, blemishes, freckles, and continue to go on adventure after adventure. Filling my heart full of joy and my head full of memories. That's what I choose.
Here were are. Doing our own thing. Loving, laughing, crying, joking, eye rolling, exploring, learning, and everything else that falls in between these one second snapshots we call a family portrait.
Those honest answers have allowed me to love myself completely. They have opened my heart to the idea that I am also mesmerizing, that I have had seasons, that I will continue to have season but more importantly that I have weathered many storms and have only continued to grow.
Being on-line is also sort of funny. I always compare it to just sort of shouting out into an abyss. You assume someone else is out there and hopefully, someone out there is listening. You don't really know for sure.
When I was asked to contribute a blog post for this Hispanic Heritage Month Blog Hop I really wrestled with the idea of talking about body shaming. So many of the other posts seemed to be celebrating their culture while it seemed I was was going to sit here and bash mine. Then I realized … Continue reading Body Shaming & Growing Up Latina #TXLatinoBlog Hop
Was I really ready to wiggle and jiggle up close? Was I ready to bust a move and watch as my loose skin moved around with it? In my home I feel safe. Being surrounded by people who know me makes me feel safe. In a room with strangers? Not so much.
Two weeks ago I went to the water park with my kids to celebrate the final days of summer. As usual, I took a picture and posted it up on my Instagram. When the day was done and I checked my account I was greeted with these comments... So lovely right? From women none the … Continue reading Battling Body Shaming
What I CONSTANTLY remind myself is that there are too many freaking people on this planet with far too many different perspectives to spend any time or energy trying to please everyone. It's impossible. So I stay focused on you.
Maybe they're right. I mean the proof is in the pudding right? Here I am with stretch marks, scars, loose skin, thighs that touch, and more. There's no possible way I could enjoy a beach vacation according to the article above. I mean, look how miserable I am finding sand dollars on my horseback ride on the beach.
We have the power to create a new conversation about it without fear or shame. I am thankful for the women and young ladies I got to share the couch with for one night and hope it inspires other women to do the same. We walked in as strangers and walked out #WomenInspired!